The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 22

After getting back to the apartment, I’d barely set down my things before my phone began to ring. I groaned, not having the patience for any human interaction. It didn’t help that the plane ride home had left me exhausted.

With a sigh, I grabbed it from out of my bag. I barely registered the name on the screen before I thoughtlessly picked up the call.

“Hello?” I said, dropping my keys on the counter. I hurried over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. “This is Evie.”

“Hi, Evie,” Timothy’s voice came through and I nearly dropped the bottle of fruit juice I had grabbed.

I placed the container on the counter and cleared my throat. “Timothy. Hi.”

“Sorry, this is sudden. Considering I just saw you,” he said with a laugh. “I was wondering if you had time this week to discuss the case a bit further?”

“Of course.” I grabbed a glass from the pantry and filled it up with the juice. “Just give me a time, and I’ll likely be free.””

He hummed thoughtfully. “Tonight at four sound good? At the firm?”

“Sounds perfect.” I took a sip of my juice and cringed at how squeaky my voice had sounded.

“Great,” he said, then there was a pause. It seemed neither of us was ready to hang up, at least immediately.

Finally, I spoke up, taking advantage of the silence. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Hm?”

“For yesterday. With my panic attack…you helped a lot.”

I couldn’t see his face, but I could envision the smile that he had grown just based on his tone. “It was no problem,” he said gently.

My grip tightened on my phone and I pressed it closer to my ear. “I’ll talk to you later.”

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good rest of your day,” he told

the kitchen floor and pulled my knees. to my chin. I had just taken my anxiety pills, but talking to Timothy

again and another text from Bruce flashed across the screen. I opened the text up and saw the full

playing nice for

those pixelated words sat on my screen. There had been several others he sent before that. One of them had come in during my call with

look lovely today,

you? I’m not into making calls, bad reception and all, but it’d be nice to

Coco. I’m

thumbs were poised over the screen. Part of me wanted to respond and tell him to back off, but the other saw

that way.

Even from afar, Bruce managed to make me feel disgusted with

to consume me, with every twisted fiber

to delete the text, there was a harsh knock at my door. The sound alone. made me jump and drop my cellphone. It

of the thin skillets. Slowly, I hauled myself up and made my way over to the front door. I took a quick peek through the peep hole, but it wasn’t Bruce on the other side.

the man on the other side. There was barely any time–to address him and

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few blinks before the man is clear

Evie?” the man asked, scratching the stubble under his chin. He had a camera dangling from his neck

‘Evie‘ specifically?”

trying to find her, but some

head starting to spin, having all those eyes watching me from my doorstep. Hesitantly, I stepped forward and looked at the display behind

strewn about. They had even set up a small campfire where two reporters were roasting marshmallows. I gawked

you camping here?”

for now. We want to know all about you, Evie. There’s not way that other news station’s going to get the scoop before we do!” He lifted his camera and snapped another

can’t be serious!” I cried out. “Go

trained on my face like.

any closer, then locked the door. for security. I knew the press was fierce when it came to a good story, but this was next level in terms of desperation.

find something to do with myself. Any distraction was welcome, whether it was cleaning or folding laundry. The time eventually came for me to head over to the firm, which did little to

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